From: Roberto Perez-Vila
Subject: [PW!] The Best Part of Waking Up...
Date: Saturday, September 18, 1999 10:44 PM
Snap. Crackle. Pop. Sizzle...
Minax shakes her pitch-black frying pan around over the campfire she set
up right after waking up in the fields south of Cerulean City. She had
stolen the precious pan from the kitchen of the Cerulean Hotel during
the Poké-Ball before Maria blew the place sky high. She stole it with
the intention of cooking a very special meal...
Small, scrumptious, yellow morsels of delicious egg yolk hop about on
the sizzling pan. "I prefer my eggs soft-boiled, but scrambled will have
to do. It is best to eat eggs before they rot." Minax scratches her
tight black top around her belly. She continues to move the pan about on
its unheated handle, very gently so that the yellow egg doesn't spill
out.
Minax pulls the pan away from the fire, and stomps the small flame out
with her black boot. Since she didn't steal a plate the night before,
she grabs a piece of piping hot egg from the pan itself and shoves it in
her mouth, "Absolutely delicious. If I had stolen a Bulbasaur, I
could've chopped off its bulb and used it to make an omelet. Oh well.
Maybe next time."
"If only Zubat didn't faint from that Nidorino's attack..." Minax thinks
out loud, while staring at the belt around her waist, "He could be
enjoying this delicious dish with me. And I'm not about to feed that
idiotic Arbok." While still looking down at her barren belt, she sighs,
"I need more Pokemon. Maybe if I stop eating all the Pokemon I meet..."
Minax shoves another piece of scrambled egg in her mouth, savoring the
taste since all the morsels are almost gone, then burps.
"Chansey?" A tiny little Chansey's head pops out of the black sack on
Minax's belt, awakened by the burp. The cute little baby Pokemon tumbles
out of the sack. She waves her tiny arms around, her mouth opening and
closing, "CHANSEY!"
Minax sneers at her brand new responsibility, "Ingrate. You're just
lucky that I'm not eating *you* right now. I would be, but after seeing
that Maria is less sane and more pyro than I originally thought, I'm
taking her warnings more seriously."
To emphasize her current hunger, the baby Chansey starts to cry...
loudly... very loudly, "CHAAANSSSEEE!"
"Oh, alright, you little bundle of crap." Minax stuffs some scrambled
eggs into the Chansey's minuscule mouth!
The foot tall pink Chansey chews the food once, her eyes get watery, and
she spits it out, "Chans...eeeeeee!!!"
Minax tilts her head, curious at the baby Pokemon's behavior, "Maybe the
belief that cannibalism is wrong is instinct, not learned knowledge.
Either that, or I'm a bad cook. Which one is it, Chansey?" Minax pauses
after saying this, places a hand on her chin, and says, "Hmm, Chansey,
your mother had a name. It was Bubblemug, if I remember correctly.
Though I'm not into giving names to my Pokemon, I think you should have
one since your mother did."
"Chan...sey?" The baby egg rests her hands on her own teeny weenie egg
hanging from her tiny pouch, moaning ever so slightly since she still
hasn't eaten breakfast.
Minax doesn't even notice the Chansey's pain as she thinks up a name,
"Something feminine. Perhaps ending in -ette? Rockette? No, that would
be a good nickname for a female Geodude..." Minax scrunches her nose,
imagining a Geodudette wearing a pink tutu and lipstick, "Janette?
Eggette? Filette? Mignon? Mmm..."
The still unnamed Chansey can't stand the hunger anymore. She wobbles
over towards the nearby frying pan and pulls out a small yellow morsel.
She sucks on it, her face wincing at the taste. The Chansey squeals,
"Eeeeeee..."
Minax stares at the Chansey eating the egg for a moment. She snaps her
fingers, "Omelette! Makes sense."
Omelette the Chansey looks up at Minax while sucking on the yellow piece
of egg in her mouth, "Mwahnhee?"
Minax wags one finger at her Pokemon, scolding her, "Don't speak with
your mouth full or I'll make my mouth full... with you." It's not until
after making this threat that Minax finally realizes that she is now a
mom.
-Minax